 Gerbils
Soon as I read the gerbils post, I was flooded with memories. When I was little (a very long time ago), we lived in the country, surrounded by corn fields. We always had a problem with little field mice after they harvested the corn. I guess all that big equipment scared the little things out of the fields and into our house. Mom had to fight them every fall. One year, we lost a gerbil in the house. That fall, mom found a colorful "mouse" in a trap. It was not the same gerbil we lost, but it was definately not all field mouse either. It was a white and brown, big-eared "moubil or would that be gerbouse." After a second one turned up, mom could not use the traps anymore. So the little cross-breeds had a reprieve. After a few chewed wires and an invasion of the pantry -- the humane novelty worn thin -- she finally had to get tough and think of them all as mice to get them out of the house. We were never allowed to have gerbils again. |